Until Harry(68)

“Do you want me to come with you?” Lavender asked as she dropped me outside of the apartment complex that I vaguely remembered being in last night.

I shook my head. “I’m just getting my phone and then going home. I’m not sticking around to chat. I’m too hung over for speaking at any volume.”

Lavender snorted. “Okay, I’ll call you after I get off work.”

We both worked part-time at my nanny’s café to help us avoid dipping into our student loans until absolutely necessary. We already owed our lives to debt, and we didn’t need our casual spending to be a problem for us, so we got jobs to give us some extra cash.

“Love you,” she shouted.

I winced at the volume of her shout and mumbled, “I love you too.”

I closed the door to Lavender’s car and waved as she drove off. When she was out of sight, I turned to face the apartment complex, and without a second thought, I walked up the steps and searched the names next to the apartment numbers. When I spotted Jensen’s, I pressed the button next to his name. A few seconds passed before a tired voice spoke through the intercom.

“Hello?” the voice grumbled.

I cleared my throat. “Hi, it’s, uh, Lane Edwards. I’m here to pick up my phone from Jensen.”

“Yeah, I’m Jensen – come on up.” The voice had suddenly perked up. “I’m on the third floor in apartment three-zero-three.”

I had a bad feeling as soon as the door to the apartment building opened, but I shook it off and walked inside. I had to get my phone, and that meant I had to go inside to do that.

Suck it up, I told myself.

I took the stairs to the third floor instead of taking the elevator; it was really small and made a weird noise when the doors opened. I envisioned getting stuck in it, and that thought alone had me walking up the stairs of the building not five seconds later.

When I reached the third floor and found apartment three-zero-three, I knocked on the door and waited. The door opened pretty fast, and the lad to open it smiled at me like he was very happy to see me. I inwardly cringed because I knew why.

I had flashes of my body rolling around with his during the early hours of the morning, and it made me feel sick with myself.

“Hey,” I said, forcing a smile. “Can I get my phone from you real quick? I’m late for work.”

I wasn’t on shift today, but Jensen didn’t need to know that.

He nodded and gestured me into the apartment.

“Yeah, of course,” he smiled. “Come on in. I’ll go get it for you.”

I hesitated for a second or two, but against my better judgement, I stepped into Jensen’s apartment and allowed him to close his apartment door behind me.

“Do you want a cup of tea?” he asked as he walked down a hallway that I knew led to his bedroom.

I shuddered. “No, thank you.”

I just want my phone so I can leave.

“Here we are,” Jensen announced a minute or two later.

I looked in his direction and exhaled a relieved breath when I saw he did in fact have my phone in his hand. I reached for it when he neared me, but I frowned when he held it up in the air, out of my reach.

“I have to get to work, Jensen – give me my phone,” I said flatly.

“Can you not give work a miss?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

Was he joking?

I snorted. “No, I can’t, sorry.”

His brows furrowed. “But you had fun last night.”

I was sure I did, but it didn’t mean I was sticking around for round two.

I felt my cheeks flush. “I can only remember bits of last night. I was pretty wasted.”

He stepped towards me, a grin playing on his lips. “I’ll happily remind you of what you can’t remember.”

Alarm bells began to sound in my head.

“No, thank you,” I said, and looked towards the front door.

Jensen laughed at me like we were playing a game of cat and mouse, and I’d definitely got stuck with being the mouse.

“Come on,” he teased. “I want to hear you cry out when I make you come again.”

I swallowed bile, not liking hearing someone I barely knew talk about me in such a way.

“I’m leaving,” I said firmly.

He moved fast, and before I could get to the door, he blocked it with his body.

“Jensen,” I said in a warning tone, even though fear was seeping into my pores. “I would like to leave, please.”

He raised an eyebrow and said, “Why are you being so shy? You weren’t last night when my cock was in your mouth.” He winked then. “Best head I’ve ever gotten, by the way.”

My stomach lurched as I tried to push by him.

“Keep the fucking phone,” I spat. “I’m leaving.”